"You think you're getting restless." Jack shook his head and followed. He kept up the stupid trucker routine, just in case anybody overheard. They'd dismiss him quickly by look, by sound. "I've been twiddling my thumbs in the shit part of town. At least you've had all your toys."
He grinned at a nurse, pulling his cap down in a gesture of hello. "Mornin' good lookin."
As soon as she passed, he skipped up to Crane's side. "Got any stories? Hm? See anything fun? Do anything fun? Torture? Kill? Maiming? You gotta spill here, I'm itching for action and I can't do anything about it."